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What would you give to make a dream come true if you woke to find yourself living a nightmare? What would you feel if you could never again walk on a beach? Or go out alone in the snow…feel the stillness of a wood or cross a field? And then, you found a way… In […]

Mountains surround my world and give a lovely sense of protection and grandeur

Mountains of Paute, EC

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike. ~John Muir
– The Yosemite (1912)
There is a sense of being a part of that mountains give me. Some people think of how tiny one human is compared to a chain of mountains, somehow, I see how intricately woven we are together.

from mountain to mountain, a flow of light and energy

“If you are faced with a mountain, you have several options. You can climb it and cross to the other side. You can go around it. You can dig under it. You can fly over it. You can blow it up. You can ignore it and pretend it’s not there. You can turn around and go back the way you came. Or you can stay on the mountain and make it your home.” ~Vera Nazarian

Fascinated by the shadows of trees on the river

Your soul is infinitely creative. It is alive and expansive in nature. It is curious and playful, changing with the tides of time. ~Debbie Ford

Spending time in such grandiose places, it can be easy to focus on the big picture and miss out the tiny moments that present themselves

Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller’s dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature’s mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell’s dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller’s dower.

~William Allingham

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

May your path reflect life’s beauty and grace and may you choose, each day, to be present and notice.

I was wearing the hat you knit for me on the day you died. Like a blessing upon my head.

You will be missed, by so many. Your charm, your wit, that twinkle in your eye, your love of words, your open home….how can it be that you are gone now? We’ll not raise that glass of champagne together next year as we thought.

For a couple of weeks now I’ve been toying with an idea or, perhaps more accurately an idea has been toying with me.

I have learned to pay attention – oh not always right away – to those ideas that nag and niggle and won’t go away. It’s one of the ways I take care of my mental health!

I mentioned the idea to a couple of friends who said “do it” and still I let the idea sit. It’s a simple idea, nor particularly radical and yet it felt a bit uncomfortable to move forward with partly because I wasn’t sure of the forum.

I committed to blogging each day for one year and now I’ll be extending that for a year beginning today but not here. Not on this blog. I’m moving over to a blog I’m calling Daily Focus where I will be posting, each day, a prayer, a mantra, a meditation – a focus – for us to say, chant, sing, read in silence, read aloud – whatever suits. It’s my way of gathering us together, for a daily moment of prayer.

My small solution is encouraging people to take a moment to pray each day. However prayer looks to you, I’m cool with. It’s a uniting of our hearts, a raising up of our voices, a sending out of love, of hope, and a registering of our desire for healing, for change, for grace to sweep over our world.

If you’d like to join in, please connect to the new blog here (I’ve posted my prayer Gracias to get the blog started) and yes, you’ll need to subscribe i.e. “Follow” that blog if you want to be a part of this new, this Daily Focus. As my beloved friend Charlie used to say: “it’s an invitation, not an obligation”.

This blog here, will remain dormant for now. Thank you to each of you who have been part of Crowing Crone’s journey. She’s moving on, at least for twelve months. She hopes you’ll come along.